Lyrics:
(Car engine)
c'mon, baby
c'mon on, c'mon on
Yeah, alright, now
(Chorus)
Ballers flossin' in their rides
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our
the fuck am I gonna do man?)
We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
By the time I hit
(big boy)
Patent leather, pinstripe, you should see how I do the strings (big boy)
Size twelve with the strap, red and white with a Cardinal cap (big
and I'll give your homie one
Dead man dead man open up shop get spread man, niggas get shot all around they head it's
A head band
Pissin' by the niggas
touchdown
I know how it feel to be movin' them pounds
I know how it feel to get down on the ground
I know how it feel to get searched by them hounds
Drivin
Peelin' a cap back, Red Rum Fac as I jack these niggas
Niggas put your motherfuckin' fingers on a triggers
G-Nut, (what up fool?) since your ready
hate
But refuses to get tickled by
The fickle finger of fate "Fuck that nigga"
Vik, in it for the buck by the giga
A short truck ride to the
Liquor store
clockin' hoes
Nobody knows, but my face expression shows (yea yea)
I was wide open, man I couldn't believe it
If the girl asked me for my truck, I swear
Heard you trendin' in the city, but ain't never put on truck fit
Man, I love a slut, bitch
Got a line on white girl, boy, you ain't no fuckin' pimp
Run
fuck
Hope you get hit by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait till this album is wrapped up
Way out in the woods and down by the swamp
Was a man named Red and a gator called Chomp
They lived all alone never bothered no one
And then one day
Way out in the woods and down by the swamp
Was a man named Red and a gator called Chomp
They lived all alone never bothered no one
And then one day
easing all my pain I don't really give a fuck
VIP if you ain't Lavish you cant even sit with us
Paid cash for the whip you drivin in a rented truck
Hit
got me just enough gas
To get me down to the fishin' hole and back
Yeah, I'm a lucky man
As long as I got you by my side
I'll be
Ricky Rudd on highway
It wasn’t luck yeah destiny for crib up in hills N Bentley trucks
Been an underdog got me feeling like a mighty duck built strong
Fuck a ford man since
Now that nigga dead
Huh, slid like a sled
Huh, blick by the legs
Big body Benz
Hit a bitch by her friends
Huh, Chrome Heart skully on
Huh, but my
Church motherfucker
Hm ahem, look, ayy
Too much Tennessee class
Every chick 'round me got a fat ass
Every skin with me got that blap
Every truck I'm
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
(Red Dirt On Tha Beat)
Fucking glo boyz
All... worldwide
Snatchin' geeks
Early mornin', shoot up in the back seat
Niggas sweet, south of hell,
the Afghan
Big cappy's backing me and you
Know he'll slap man
Cutting through Manny in a big Jeep
Shotty in the passy
Call that the street sweep
Red eyes got
the Red Sea's closing in
There's no safety in almighty horses
Can you feel the drivin' wind?
Behold the crashing waves
The Savior's on his way
The Lord
a little out of style
Too simple, too Country and way too proud
Of the red on our necks and the blue collar dollars we make
We don't call it a truck less
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
c yo the plug just hit me up he said
We gone get it cross the border
We gone get it by the truck he said
We gone get it cross the border
You won't
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